“And this is the room where the most activity has occurred,” said the middle-aged Lady Howarth as she led Sir John and Marie into a large empty room on the second floor of the mansion. “The furniture was removed after…” she continued when Sir John interrupted her.
“No, Lady Howarth, I insist you tell me no more. Objectivity is the key to good science. If we hear more we may be somehow prejudiced.”
Lady Howarth looked at Sir John and made a face like she was chewing lemons. “As you wish,” she said. Marie walked by the fireplace and ran a finger over the dusty mantelpiece.
“No one ‘as cleaned here for a while,” she said and knelt down by the fireplace.
“The servants won’t come in, haven’t done for years,” said Lady Howarth. “You’re French?”
“Oui,” said Marie.
“I went there once,” said Lady Howarth and put a handkerchief over her mouth and nose.
“First, I will examine the room using these Ectoscopic Glasses. These allow me to see the traces and the nature of any spectral apparitions.” Sir John donned a bulky pair of brass and chrome goggles. He tipped forward from the weight at first, then steadied himself and moved around the room. Lady Howarth watched with a bemused look on her face and, as she was doing so, Marie put her hand in the fireplace and scooped up some ashes.
“I think I detect something,” said Sir John pacing around the room. Marie started walking around edge of the room and when no-one was looking she dropped a little ash in each corner.
“Yes!” proclaimed Sir John. “A definite trace left behind. Something very old and potentially evil… there!” He pointed in front of himself and pulled off the goggles to discover he was pointing at Lady Howarth. Her lips were very thin.
“Perhaps if you wait outside,” he said. “I think maybe your presence is affecting the aura.”
She left wordlessly and closed the door with a tut.
“I think maybe this isn’t the ideal device,” Sir John said to Marie. “I’m going to get the Thaumograph. If I set it running overnight we can capture any supernatural activity.”
He left Marie and she moved to the middle of the room. She put her palm flat in front of her face and blew the last few ashes into the air.
“‘Ocus, pocus,” she said.
The sun was already lighting the dust in the room, stirred up by the movement of the three people. But now the dust seemed to congeal in front of Marie. At first it looked like a funnel shape, as if the wind had caught it. But then it grew more form and the image of a teenaged boy formed. A dust tear ran down his face.
“Tell me,” said Marie gently. Just then, there was a crash as Sir John came through the door, holding a contraption of metal and black material on a tall tripod. The dust image dissipated in front of Marie at the sound of the noise. Sir John dragged the object into the centre of the room.
“Now,” he said triumphantly. “Now we shall get answers.”
2 thoughts on “The Howarth Haunting: Chapter 2”
I love Sir John’s characterisation! He seems like a comical, enthusiastic, blithering idiot! Marie is a complete contrast, what with her keen eye for details and patient sympathy!
You have them down perfectly
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